Devil's Bride

Ayaan and Maya's son

The hours passed in a blur of pain and anticipation, each second dragging on as Maya endured the agonizing process. Ayaan stood by her side, his grip on her hand unwavering, his gaze locked onto her face, watching every contraction, every moment of pain that crossed her expression. His heart clenched with each breath she took, wishing he could take it all away, wishing he could bear her pain.

Finally, with a final, powerful cry, Maya’s voice echoed in the room, and the room fell silent. The doctors and nurses worked quickly, their hands moving with practiced precision, and Ayaan couldn’t look away. He was captivated by Maya’s strength, her resilience, even as she fought the pain.

And then… there was a soft, almost imperceptible cry.

Ayaan’s breath caught in his chest. Maya’s eyes fluttered open, her body exhausted, but there was a softness in her gaze that filled him with an overwhelming sense of relief and joy. She had done it. They had done it.

The nurse placed a small, wrapped bundle in Maya’s arms, and Ayaan’s breath caught again as he gazed down at the tiny face, the small hands, the fragile little life that had come into the world. His son. Their son.

Ayaan’s emotions welled up inside him, something raw and unfamiliar, as he knelt beside Maya, unable to look away from the miracle in her arms.

“Maya...” His voice was hoarse, thick with emotion. He gently brushed her hair from her forehead, and his eyes met hers, filled with love and awe.

Maya smiled through her exhaustion, her eyes glazed with tears of joy. “Our baby... Ayaan, we did it. He’s here.”

Ayaan couldn’t find the words. His son. His flesh and blood. He leaned in and kissed Maya’s forehead, his lips trembling with the weight of it all. He had always been the man in control, the one who ruled over everything, but in this moment, with his son in his arms, he was nothing more than a father—overwhelmed, emotional, and deeply in love with the woman who had given him this gift.

Their son, their child, the one who would change everything.

"I can’t believe this, Maya," Ayaan whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "We’re a family now. You and me... and him."

Maya’s eyes softened as she looked at him, her hand resting gently on the tiny bundle in her arms. "We are a family, Ayaan. You’re a father now. And I... I’ll always be by your side."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn’t hold them back. He leaned in to kiss her lips softly, gently, his heart swelling with love for her and for their son. "I’ll protect you both with my life, Maya. Always."

And as he held his son for the first time, feeling the small, delicate weight in his arms, Ayaan knew that nothing else mattered. All the power, all the business, the underworld—none of it held any meaning anymore. His world had just shifted, and it had shifted for the better.

He was a father now. And his family would come first, above all else.

The journey back to the mansion was nothing short of surreal for Ayaan. He couldn’t take his eyes off his son, nestled safely in Maya's arms as they sat in the back of the luxurious car. The little boy's tiny fingers curled around Maya’s hand, his small, delicate face peaceful in sleep.

Maya, exhausted yet glowing with happiness, looked at Ayaan with a smile that melted his heart. Despite everything that had happened, despite the world that surrounded them—the mafia, the business empire, the obstacles—they were finally here. They were a family.

Ayaan watched her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And in this moment, she was. The woman who had brought him to his knees, the woman who had changed his life with her love, her strength, and now, with their child. Ayaan had never known a moment so full of raw emotion, of pure joy.

As they arrived at the mansion, Ayaan gently picked up the baby carrier from the car, his heart full as he walked towards the entrance. Maya stood beside him, her hand clasped firmly in his, both of them eager to step into their new life with their son. The mansion that had once felt so empty to him now felt like home—complete, filled with love.

The moment they stepped through the front door, the servants and staff in the mansion stood in awe, some with smiles, others with tears in their eyes.Everyone happy for the young couple.

Ayaan carefully walked to the nursery that had been prepared for their child. It had been a long time since he had thought about anything beyond himself, beyond his business. But now, all of that seemed distant. His heart belonged to Maya and to the little one they had created together.

Once inside the nursery, Ayaan gently laid his son down in the crib, his movements tender as if he were holding the most fragile treasure. Maya stood beside him, her eyes soft with love, looking at the child they had brought into the world together.

"He's perfect," Ayaan whispered, his voice full of awe.

Maya nodded, her own eyes teary as she gazed at the tiny, sleeping form in the crib. "He is. He's everything we've ever wanted, Ayaan."

They stood there in silence for a moment, just taking it all in. The baby’s soft breaths were the only sound filling the room. For Ayaan, the world outside didn’t matter. He had everything he could ever need right here.

Ayaan pulled Maya into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around her protectively as he whispered in her ear, “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, Maya. Our family... our little boy... this is everything.”

Maya nestled against him, feeling the warmth of his love and the quiet strength that only Ayaan could provide. "We’re a family now, Ayaan. And nothing will ever change that."

For the first time in a long while, Ayaan felt peace settle deep within him. No more power struggles, no more business, no more underworld. Just Maya. Just their son. And their future together.

The world outside could wait. Inside these walls, inside their little family, was where Ayaan had finally found his place.